August 23rd, 2011
|01:49 am - That Did Not Happen in My Future|
I'm calling it: I am never going to write a series of epic posts about Comic-Con. I am simply far too busy. The abridged version covers most of what happened, but for more Comic-Con goodness, including all the crazy costumes, you will have to check out my Facebook albums.
And, you know, while you're there, you should really check out my Dinosaur Comics Reading Party. Because it was awesome.
I've been very busy with theatre lately! I'm currently in Pint Sized Plays at San Francisco Theater Pub. I play a guy who is just trying to read The Hunger Games and enjoy his beer while incidentist tries to get a pesky word out of his head. It's been fun to finally act with Dan, given that he was my in into the Bay Area theatre scene. It's also the first time I've been in something that wasn't a reading in a long while.
Look, I even got interviewed! Sort of. Like Sarah, I also love getting to hang out with some of the most talented and gorgeous human beings in the universe. There are various actors I've seen in other shows (like Sarah, for instance) that I've enjoyed getting to know better. Look at me, adding more Facebook friends to my "Bay Area Theatre" group. In other news, this post continues to hold true.
I auditioned for this year's San Francisco Olympians Festival. Last year, I read a monologue from Jaws, and none of the directors asked for more, and I got to do stage directions for Hephaestus. This year, I read a monologue I didn't even recognize. In fact, it was for a woman. But I did my best, and Megan asked me to read some of my piece as if I were a heroin addict jonesing for a fix, so I, uh, did that. With a rapid-fire stutter or something. And then a woman I didn't even know—what!—asked me to read a line as if I were admonishing my overprivileged teenage daughter. I felt like I could have done better on that one. Months ago, when I ran into Megan at a play, we were talking about Olympians, and she said that she would love for me to be in hers, reading stage directions at the very least. But, in fact, I got a real part! As said heroin addict! So come October 7, I'll be a thieving heroin addict named The Rabbit in a 1970s cop-noir take on the Orion myth. How cool is that?
I also auditioned for Theater Pub's first musical/folk opera, based on the Faust story. I had been invited to participate in an early reading of the play, and I asked Dan along as well. Both then and now, people have amusingly commented on how much chemistry we have, how believable we are as long-time friends. Heh. At the actual audition, I did my monologue, which I had learned in a few days, and sang a minute of "Welcome to Paradise." I didn't sound half-bad, actually. I read a side that was an expanded version of a scene from the initial draft, twice as one character and once as another, and that was that. I didn't get a role in that one, though.
Finally, I'm writing again! Ever since I ran lights for Picasso at the Lapin Agile, I've had a whole nother theatre crowd on this side of the Bay. I'm working with a new theatre company that combines scripted and unscripted theatre. I provide the beginnings of a scene, one or two pages, and they improvise the rest. It took a few tries for the actors to get used to my voice—apparently, my Voice is "cerebral, sarcastic, and witty"—as they had been working for two months with a playwright with whom they could very quickly go to the dark, dramatic places they wanted to go (as Sarah [not that one, I know a lot of Sarahs] described it, "I had 900 miscarriages and now I'm gonna commit suicide and also I'm actually your dad"). But once they got a handle on it, it was neat to see them do their Thing with my Stuff.
I'm more comfortable with short stories, but for the last year, I've thought that I should really branch out into playwriting since I have a much higher chance of people's actually seeing my work. And already I've got great actors saying the words that spew out of my head! It's been great to let the creative juices flow once again, and I hope to learn how to do this thing right. It's a challenge to write pieces that are specific enough to define characters and relationships but vague enough to allow the actors freedom to choose a direction. The cool thing about this company is that both the writers and the actors get to hone their craft. If all goes well, they'll do a night showcasing my work and then the magical endgame where I write the first act of a play, and they improvise the second act, not having a clue about the set, costumes, props, or anything until the night of the show.
This was going to be the section where I complain about my parents, but, really, aren't you tired of that? Do you want to hear the umpteenth iteration of the phone call where my parents tell me they don't like something, I say everyone else likes it, and they say I think I'm better than everyone and mine is the only opinion that matters and they are the only people who will tell me the truth and why am I so ungrateful after all they've done for me and even white people respect their elders, and then they hilariously ask if I can rearrange my travel schedule so that I can see them AS IF I WOULD WANT TO IN MY CURRENT EMOTIONAL STATE OF INCREDIBLE RAGE?
After taking the Jack the Ripper tour in London, I was inspired to soon read From Hell, by Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell. First of all, the art is terrible. I hated it. Half of it looks unfinished, and the other half looks like something Campbell sketched on his lunch break. It's atmospheric black-and-white, and I could almost never tell who a character was by looking at him or her. The most impressive aspects of the art are the background, the architecture of the buildings and all.
From Hell takes as its starting point the notion that Jack the Ripper was Sir William Gull, a Masonic doctor ordered by Queen Victoria to silence some prostitutes who could expose the prince's illegitimate child. This sounds very exciting, but it's not! It's incredibly hard to follow the story on the page, as Moore seems to assume the reader is familiar with everything that ever happened in the 19th century. While it's not a particularly gripping tale, I have to admit it's a fantastic piece of historical fiction, as the forty-page appendix that painstakingly details the sources of information for every page can attest to.
Moore's take is interesting, however, for the way that it portrays the Ripper murders as a pivotal moment in history, connecting it to violence past and future while giving a picture of the present in all its uncensored dirtiness. He gives Gull supernatural visions, which seem to be the extent of his character development, as the real motivations for taking the murders as far as he did isn't clearly explained (his misogynistic monologues are uncomfortable to read). There are many cameos from important figures like Yeats, Wilde, and Crowley, among others; some of these are more fictionalized than others, simply in an effort to tie as much as possible to the Ripper murders and present them as a herald of the twentieth century.
All in all, I think I found From Hell a little too intellectual and esoteric for me, but I do respect the amount of work that went into it.
Current Mood: lonely
Current Music: A Perfect Circle - Lullaby
|Date:||August 23rd, 2011 11:00 am (UTC)|| |
Oooh! I did that London Walks JtR tour a long time ago. I did several of their tours, and--stupid me--missed out on a Sherlock Holmes tour led by Jeremy Brett.
That would be awesome if you turned to play writing.
Yeah, I did a bunch of London Walks tours; they were good stuff.
The good thing about writing these short scenes is that some of them I kind of want to turn into short stories. Of course, this means I have to find/make the time to write.
|Date:||August 23rd, 2011 12:22 pm (UTC)|| |
Sunil!! That's it. All I've got. No, wait, I've missed your updates. And I wish I lived in the Bay area so I could actually go see you perform.
Aw. I wish you lived here too!
|Date:||August 23rd, 2011 01:27 pm (UTC)|| |
even white people respect their elders
Methinks they're not as in touch with white culture as they think they are. Maybe I should give my mom your parents' phone number so she can confirm for them that white kids are extremely disrespectful and ungrateful. (Although perhaps my sample of 1 family is unscientific.)
It's pretty funny because they also pull out the "white people don't give a shit about family" argument. MAKE UP YOUR MIND ABOUT WHITE PEOPLE GUYS.
|Date:||August 23rd, 2011 01:42 pm (UTC)|| |
I don’t think “respect” is the word they’re aiming for. Obedience sounds more like it. :P
Oh, parents. They never do change, do they? Mine seem to have forgotten that visiting two divorced parents is twice as much work as visiting one set of non-divorced parents and still insist on the same number of visits. Blargh. ::hugs:: Sorry to hear yours are being such a pain.
I remember starting From Hell years ago when the film came out and being totally turned off by the art. I love architectural details, but it became very frustrating very quickly when I couldn't tell the characters apart. I'd probably have been far less bothered if it were a regular novel rather than a graphic novel.
Yeah, it really bugged the crap out of me to the point where I couldn't see the point of its being a graphic novel when the art was so bad. The art wasn't helping tell the story; it was hindering the storytelling.
|Date:||August 23rd, 2011 05:01 pm (UTC)|| |
if From Hell was too intellectual and esoteric for you, I wonder who the target audience is...
Ha! I'm not really into things that are intellectual and esoteric, though. I like things that make sense. Most of the time. For a "smart" dude, I have pretty mainstream tastes. I don't want your pretentious, full-of-itself art!
I love playwriting. I would go back to it in a second if I had a company to put on my works.
You should read plays to see how the best playwrights write to give both direction and room for inspiration. Ideally, you will then see a production, or at least a movie of it. I recommend the following:
August Wilson: Joe Turner's Come and Gone; The Piano Lesson.
David Mamet: The Duck Variations; A Life in the Theatre; American Buffalo.
Caryl Churchill (my vote for the best living playwright, sadly underappreciated in America): Mad Forest; Fen; Cloud Nine.
Craig Lucas: Reckless; Prelude to a Kiss. (When I was a playwright, people used to say my work reminded them of his. Reckless especially.)
Robert Schenkkan: The Kentucky Cycle. (If you ever get a chance to see a production of this, seriously, go. It's amazing onstage, and hard to screw up, even by an amateur or college company.)
Tony Kushner: Angels in America.
Oh, I've read and seen many plays! Thanks for the recs. Right now the process is just to spew out dialogue from the characters in my head, but I hope to figure out how to, you know, make a play out of that.
white people respect their elders
Ha ha ha! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!
It sounds, though, as if you're no longer letting their expectations get under your skin to the extent where you feel obliged to do things you don't want to do, and be someone you aren't. Is that right?
Well, they definitely get under my skin, and I did get a haircut, which pissed me off because I had been planning to get a little trim/clean-up before that fucking conversation, so it made me feel like I was caving a little, even though it didn't actually factor in at all.
I don't know. That phone call ruined my entire fucking goddamn day, and I thought I was better than that.
But you're not still planning to let them strong-arm you into an arranged marriage, right?
I don't think anyone ever gets so utterly mature and together that a phone call from their controlling, dysfunctional parents can never ruin their day.
I've never really planned on that. I don't even know what to do anymore. I just hope some woman will come sweep me off my feet.
Theatre is a great place to meet women. ;)
|Date:||August 24th, 2011 02:21 pm (UTC)|| |
This white girl respects her parents a lot; she respects that they live their life over there, she respects that they don't question her romantic, or career, life, she respects that they don't call regularly, and she respects that they are grateful for any time and attention they receive.
total respect for my elders.
That's the kind of respect they're not earning.
I usually dig intellectual and esoteric, so I'm going to request From Hell from my library. Thanks for the rec!
Ha ha ha, I hope you like it more than I did! I suggest reading the appendix citations in real-time to help make sense of what's going on. I thought there would be spoilers, but he's actually pretty good about not doing that.
Thing 1: I specifically just logged in right now to tell you that I love you for telling me to read The Hunger Games.
Thing 2: Crap. Now I can't remember thing 2 because I'm too busy thinking about how much I loved The Hunger Games and Catching Fire.
The person I've been borrowing the books from just handed me Mockingjay. Double woooooooo!
You writing again makes me SO HAPPY. And of course, it's right before I move out of state, gah!
You're moving? Where are you going?
RE: your interview, You are charming, Mr. Patel.
Really, I'm impressed with you, because you're doing something so cool and fun and you, and your right brain is so much better than mine. I'm glad you're writing and I love that people are acting it and I wish wish wish I could see it!
And yes, your Voice is so totally "cerebral, sarcastic, and witty."
apparently, my Voice is "cerebral, sarcastic, and witty"
Yeah, I can see that. Also, that's an awesome combination.